Semi-weekly south Kentuckian. [volume] (Hopkinsville, Ky.) 1883-1889, 1887-01-14

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complexion and hair, and face con-
siderably freckled, came to him and
insisted so earnestly that he should 90
home with them for dinner that he
could not refuse. There was TO be
preaching at night and he could go
home with his parents then, so after
.he sermon was over he got into Mr..
Arnold's carriage and sat down by the
side OF Miss Halle, whom he had known
since childhood. Miss Halle did her
best in her shallow way to entertain
him, but conversation on beaux and
dress has but little attraction for a
young man whose clothes still have the
college smell upon them, 30AS
The sermon at night was far more
impressive to'our hero than the one in
the morning. Mr.. Blase { old Blaze,
blue Blaze and many other blazes, as
he was called) took his text from
Matthew the XIV. and fortieth verse
"And the King shall answer and say
unto thcm: Verify | say unto you:
Inasmuch as We have done it unto the
least of these, Ny brethren, ye have
done it unto Me-"
His theme was charity, and every
word seemed like an arrow sent home
to Warren's heart. When he alluded
to "the least of these the youth
thought of poor little Amos, crippled
auJ haI,,iass ar1 thora coan,a1 IN ,,aiaa
above the minister mist, which took
the shape of an angel, the face Of
which was Helen's. He alluded 10 the
sacrifice mado by some noble women of
the earth whose names were now known
not to fame. but inscribed in Heaven,
and whose crown would be brightest
there. The sermon from beginning to
end seemed inspired by the acts of he
role self-sacriiico Of that girl, Mr.
Blaze did not know there was such
person in existence, yet, to use one Of
Peddler Pete's characteristic express
sions, his cloth was cut for any meas
ure.
Why had he not before noticed that
this real heroine was wasting her life
for her little brother, was the thought
that came TO Warren's mind;"I will
see my father and mother about it."
When preaching was over Mr.. Blaze
and his wife consented to 90 homo with
Mr.. Stuart, and Peddler Pete being
there, the wagon was full without War
rem. Gas. t4l'll I1IJdH
"Never mind me, father" he said,
Its only nice walk and the moon
shines brightlyn The truth is, our
young doctor preferred to walk alone,
that he might the better digest the dis
course he had heard.
Pete insisted on walking in his stead,
but he would not hear to it, and the
wagon rolled ON with its human freight,
leaving Warren a-foot and alone. He
started brislSly down the wooded road,
but had gone only short distance
when he almost ran against some one
who was tripping lightly along before
, him.
Excuse me" he said, There was a
timid acceptance of the apology, and
the slight form drew back in the dark
part of the road for him to pass.
"It is so dark here !" said Warren.
every dark, Mr.. Stuart responded
! a voice. sweetly.
"I beg pardon, but is not this
Helen Pn
1T is, sir was the timid response.
Were you ut church ?"
Eyes sir"
And are now on your way home
alone P" .t
"Yes sir, but don't mind it. / am
not afraid and the walk is pleasant
"But you shall not go alone, Helen;
| will be your escort"
.Oh, II you please. sir, | am not
afraid,n the girl said, timidly. "The
moon shines brightly, and l do not
want. TO trouble YOU"
fsNonsense, Helen, ITS no trouble TO
me, 7 he said, laughing, andhc took her
arm as II she We're some great lady.
They walked on and began to talk
about the sermon, Warren could not
but contrast the depth of Helen's cop5
veIsation with the shallowncss of Hallio
Arnold. As the timidity left her she
began to converse with q knowledge
surprising in hired girl. !. Where had
she learned so muchP was the question
our hero asked himself As they came
out INTO a more open part of the road
the moon fell upon her upturned face.
Oh, how lovely it looked. The large
blue eyes were dark and brilliant. The
mconflned hair was ringlets Of gold,
and the form, neatly, but not grandly,
attired, was beautiful.
They were just in the midst of an an
mated conversation upon the sermon
when the moons rays revealed the real
loveliness of Helen Lakeman. Warren
Arnold never has forgotten, and we are
assured he never will forget, that noon
light walk. He may have had other
happy moments in his life, but this,
the first dawning of pure love, was
the happiest moment of his existence.
He asked Helen why she did not go
to church in the forenoon, and she
answered that having to get dinner she
did not have time. She only got an
opportunity to steal away and hear the
word Of God after she had done her
days work and put little Amos to bed.
"But why did you not 60 with
mother and sister in the carriage ?"
She made no answer to this and War
rem bit his lip. There was room for
the minister, his wife, and even Peddler
Pete, but this poor girl. who was an
angel on earth, after toiling all day
Sunday, was compelled to walk mile
and half to church. The neglect of
his parents, however, had given him
the blessed privilege Of Helen's COM
pany, and he had discovered how pre-
cious she was to him
We viii not attempt to record their
conversation. Itlwas not Of love, but
love itself. Both knew it, both felt, yet
both struggled against IL. the old
farmhouse was reached too soon, and
he conducted Helen, much against
her desire, to the sitting-room, where
his narpnts and their visitors were.